Just when he thought he was invincible, Abby Abernathy brings him to his knees. Every story has two sides. Now it's time to see the story through Travis's eyes. How do you write the exact same story This is really hard to do and McGuire nailed it This book is like McGuire apparently felt that way too, because not one of those scenes where redone When Travis smashed up everything in BD Who writes like that?
McGuire I will read anything you write! But this book Travis is soooo very innocent His Pigeon And the epilogue!
I always wondered what Travis and Pigeon life would be like after college Soooo cool!!! Well boy do they I absolutely loved this story from his POV. It gave me a better appreciation for the first book. Perhaps Travis's side of the story should have been told first?
I enjoyed the narration, story and overall feel of this book so much more than Beautiful Disaster. And the epilogue was amazing! Beautiful Disaster rocked my world and brought me into the mature YA genre, introducing me to so many great novels. So of course I had to experience this wonderful young romance all over again told from the other side and was not disappointed for even a second. If you fell for strong fast talking bad ass Travis Maddox the first time then hearing his point of view and knowing the true depth of his heart will have you head over heels in love!
I have to admit I was soooo excited for this book to come out I wanted to hear Travis's side of things, but didn't want to ruin my impression of book one! Happy to say a good medium was found and the book was kind of like a behind the scenes version of book 1, very cool! Hope other authors take a look at this, I would love to have some of my past favorites written from the other main characters perspective! Well done! I liked Beautiful Disaster but Travis always seemed kind of sick in his over crazy attraction for Abby.
When hearing the story from his side what is in his head it made sense. I know several reviews have complained about the ending, the "where they are now" but, I thought it was sweet and I was happy to see they were still together.
I look forward to Jamie McGuire's next book whatever it will be. Great author and both narrators for both books were excellent choices. Fantastic job!! I really enjoyed this retelling of Beautiful Disaster from Travis' perspective. Travis and Abby's love story is stormy and passionate, and hearing from both sides gives us a better understanding of their background s and feelings for each other.
I think Jamie McGuire's writing is excellent, she has the talent to deliver a highly engaging and compelling story. The prologue helped the reader understand much of what shaped Travis into the person he was when we first meet him. At first I thought what? But by the conclusion I felt it was good overall I did enjoy having a little peek "into the future" to see how they were doing: still together? The author evidently thought that we would want that, and I have to agree even while I feel the story would have been alright without it.
Dan Bittner's narration was excellent - I felt he sounded like Travis and he has voice that's a pleasure to listen to. Overall, highly recommend! What did you love best about Walking Disaster? The epilogue Sometimes, the epilogue doesn't really give you a satisfied ending, but this one did that and more!!!
Loved it! Any additional comments? This is book 2 that follows Beautiful Disaster. It is basically Travis' POV. I love a mans' POV. I was touched by Travis' heartfelt emotions when he thought he had lost Pidge. Overall, a wonderful listen! Would you consider the audio edition of Walking Disaster to be better than the print version?
Not really as I was not a huge fan of the narrator's voice in this version versus the girl's voice who read Beautiful Disaster. But it was still fun to listen to. What other book might you compare Walking Disaster to and why?
This book allows you to get a glimpse into Travis and what makes him tick. Count Your Last Blessings 6. Ma Poubelle 7. March Of The Dogs 8. Hence them being sluts. Almost like she was both hanging on to every word, and amazed that I knew how to read. Jesus, did I ever want to mouth the words, but I could barely admit it to myself, much less her.
Deep down, I knew I was a piece of shit, and she deserved better, but that was also the one thing that stopped me. She was my opposite: innocent on the surface, and damaged deep within. Boy, does he have flaws! But I think that is a huge part of why we all love him so much. There is something about an imperfect, flawed character trying so hard to be functional that just tugs each one of my heart strings.
But at the same time, it really worked for this story because otherwise, it would have been too similar. This is why I feel this book is really a companion novel to BD. Because in that respect, it most certainly delivers! Absolutely heart-poundingly beautiful. I stomped to the bed, planted my hands on the mattress on each side of her thighs, and leaned into her face.
I put so much force behind my words, I could feel all my blood rush to my face. Abby met my glare, refusing to even flinch. I looked at her lips, panting. I loved it. Freaking loved it!!
The book is worth reading for the epilogue alone. View all comments. Jul 22, is mee I am so getting my hands on this as soon as it's out! Stuff everything else! Thank you Jamie MacGuire! It's one I like very much. That is a big arm! I'm liking the tattoos. He stood in the middle of the room, a pair of sneakers in one hand, OooooooooooooooooohmyGod. He stood in the middle of the room, a pair of sneakers in one hand, a dirty pair of underwear in the other. He was going to kick my ass.
I invited Abby. I did. That was never fun to explain. It was all about presentation. Pigeon, though. It would take far more than a good presentation to bag her on my couch. At this point I was taking it one step at a time. If I focused on the end result, I could easily fuck it up. She noticed things. She was farther from naive than I was; light years away. This operation was nothing less than precarious.
I was in my bedroom sorting dirty laundry when I heard the front door open. I walked into the front room, and there she sat: Glasses, her hair piled on top of her head, and what might have been pajamas. It was so hard not to bust into laughter. Never once had a female come to my apartment dressed like that. My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion.
Never pajamas. She was going to try to nauseate me into leaving her alone. At first she seemed proud of her idea, but as we talked and I remained impervious, it was clear that she knew her plan had failed. The less she smiled, the more I had to stop myself from grinning ear to ear. She was so much fun. Shepley and America joined us again. Abby was flustered, and I was damn near lightheaded. She went from doubting the fact that I could write a simple paper to questioning my penchant for fighting.
I kind of liked talking to her about normal stuff, preferable to the awkward task of asking her to leave once I bagged her. Where did you learn to fight? Her cheeks turned red, and at that moment, I felt a twinge in my chest.
I immediately tried to make her feel better. Dad quit drinking. The brothers grew up. I struggled to think of something to change the subject, and then mentioning her sexy, frumpy look came to mind. Her embarrassment was immediately replaced by irritation, something I was far more comfortable with. America suggested watching TV, but the last thing I wanted to do was to be in a room with Abby, unable to talk to her.
I stood. I forgot. You grabbed a Before we left. I opened the door, trying to keep my voice casual. We can hit a pizza place. That might have been too eager. She looked down at her sweat pants. She had no idea how beautiful she was. That made her even more appealing. My thoughts were usually more relaxed on the bike. Almost a relief. The weird urge I felt around her was disorienting. I decided to get my shit together.
Abby might be a pigeon, but she was just a fucking girl. No need to get my boxer briefs in a bunch. Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I barely knew the girl, and the thought of some jackhole hurting Pidge infuriated me. Abby associating me with someone that would hurt her was even worse. I gunned the throttle as I pulled into the Pizza Shack.
I imagined that was how she looked first thing in the morning, and then had to refer to the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan to keep my dick from getting hard. Visible intestines. More blood. I held the door open. It was a damn shame; she was the first girl that I had ever wanted to open the door for.
Chapter 8 Teaser Shepley walked out of his bedroom pulling a T-shirt over his head. His eyebrows pushed together. Quit being a cry baby. Do you remember last night? Invite some of our friends over and have America take her out for a while. Anything else? What are we going to do with a dog? I liked the scarecrow when I was a little kid, shut the fuck up. What a tool. He was actually going to make me say it. I fought it for a while, but the puppy was fucking brilliant.
Abby would flip out in a good way for once , and I could keep it at the apartment. Shepley held his hand to his ear. Did you hear that? I care about her. A lot. View all 71 comments. Sep 09, Allana Kephart marked it as to-read. But I have to wait like December 10th, SO! December 31st, As of tomorrow it is officially 15 weeks until this book is on shelves and, yes, in my possession. Fifteen weeks is days.
I'm gonna die. View all 30 comments. So is the US one!! I need me some fucking Travis!!! I just want to have it. For when the time is right. And … what if she says no? View all 61 comments.
Jul 27, BookHeroin rated it liked it Shelves: romance , collage-romance , read-in , bad-boys , made-me-cry , blew-my-mind , tattooed-boys , alpha-male-alert , male-pov , athlete-hero. So you need to read BD first! That was absolutely extraordinary! That prologue was something else! The raw emotions were overwhelming, it was really heart breaking, since Travis was so young and not only him but i also felt so sad for his brothers and dad.
Broke my heart. And the fact that he kept remembering what she said, but i think he misunderstood her. I tried to remember everything she told me. I tried to glue it to the inside of my head: Play. Visit Dad. Fight for what I love. That last thing bothered me.
It allows you to be inside Travis Maddox's head. O, with the exception of Walking Disaster of course! Second, she has Travis's attention! I really believe that Travis deserves someone better than Abby. She was what he wanted but not what he needed in my opinion. She left him, over and over again! Travis is a sensitive guy! And when you read this story you'll see it that there is a lot more to him than beautiful disaster shows!
In this one i had this whole new view to those characters. Hated Adam. And especially Parker! A WHAT?? T It was amazing, satisfying for the end of an amazing journey. I'm not gonna give any spoilers about what happen in the book, because they are suck, even when there are warnings , sometimes you can't help your self, but after you read it you end up hating your self! But because a lot of you guys -who didn't read the book-has been asking for a new teaser and here it is.
It's thanks giving morning! A sigh from my throat prompted her to look at me. Abby pulled back and shook her head. All day. Every chance I get. Not wanting to hesitate, I immediately bent down to kiss her. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and every part of me that was warm-blooded male screamed for me to go full steam ahead. I pulled her against me, and Abby let her leg fall to one side, welcoming my hips to fit tightly between her thighs. Within moments, she was naked beneath me, and it took just two quick motions for me to remove my clothes.
Pressing my mouth against hers, hard, I gripped the iron vines of the headboard with both hands, and in one quick movement, pushed myself inside her. At one point she flattened her feet on the bed so she could raise up to let me slip inside of her fully.
The light from the window poured in as beads of sweat began to form on our skin, making it a little easier to slide back and forth. I held my breath and thrust into her one last time, groaning with the intense spasms throughout my body. Abby relaxed against the mattress, her hairline damp, and her limbs limp. I turned on my side, scanning her face with pure adoration. I tossed her clothes to the bed, and then yanked my T-shirt over my head. The day raced by, far too fucking fast.
I dreaded every minute, cursing the clock as it approached the evening. View all 66 comments. My anticipation and expectations for this book were off the charts and frankly, a little It was a great relief to have her as a sounding board as we both discovered together that the realities of this book were not what we had expected.
Quite the contrary, as I thoroughly LOVED being in Travis's head, gaining a better understand of his character, and finding him sexier and more swoon-worthy than ever! Walking Disaster enhances Beautiful Disaster's love story, nothing more. I know that many readers will love this book no matter what. I can not stress this enough!!
Abby is a remarkable heroine and one of my all-time favorite characters, but sadly comes across as mostly bitchy and shrewish with very little character presence in this story. Crista and I had lots of fun discussing and swooning over Travis and his bigger-than-life character.
The epilogue was nothing short of spectacular, and it, alone, makes this book worth reading. And now I'm off to re-read Beautiful Disaster—one of my all-time favorite books—with a whole new perspective on this all consuming and addictive love story.
Here's the link to Crista's review. I can't listen to this song without thinking of Travis. For me it's his theme song!
Jul 27, Jude rated it really liked it. This is a dysfunctional Romance. It's your dark pieces having instant recognition with their dark pieces.
You're an idiot if you think it means you've met your soul mate. This happens to so so so many people, to many us and we do not even realize it. For example, someone who had an alcoholic parent and swears they will never be caught up with someone like that, only to grow up and marry and alcoholic — it happens.
I hate using Twilight for this example -Many people loved that story me included. It shows that no matter how many obstacles you face love triumphs in the end. Now, what does this have to do with Walking Disaster or Travis?
Edward and Travis are complete opposites. They're opposites , and the same goes with Bella and Abby, not much in common. The one thing both stories seem to have in common: Both argue that true love is the one thing that matters and that it exists. Abby and Travis are a disaster , both separately and together- and yes I know everyone keeps emphasizing this, and that it is the title, but it's the truth.
This is what we all want, not exactly the disaster thing, but what I believe we all want, deep at heart, is to know that no matter how flawed we are or how hopeless and disastrous we can be, we can still find someone to love us.
The one goal is to try and be better, try to become the best version of ourselves, be as good as we can be, become Beautiful. This is why I think the stories are so popular. I don't think they are a good example to follow, or that their relationship is good. But it's a fun, intense, passionate, addictive and entertaining love story. At the dead end I begin To burn the bridge of innocence Satisfaction guaranteed A pill-away catastrophe. On a mission nowhere bound Inhibitions underground A shallow grave I Have dug all by myself.
And now I've been gone for so long I can't remember who was wrong All innocence is long gone I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief Where I belong]. A walking disaster The son of all bastards You regret you made me It's too late to save me You regret you made me It's too late to save me. As far as I can tell It's just voices in my head Am I talking to myself? And now I've been gone for so long I can't remember who was wrong All innocence is long gone I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief Where I belong.
I will be home in a while You don't have to say a word I can't wait to see you smile Wouldn't miss it for the world.
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